The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Ma'am, this is the perfume I specially prepared for you. He has a beautiful name, Blossom of the Night."

Antoine had a pleasing smile on his face, and slowly opened the wooden box on the table, exposing a lavender glass bottle to the air.

"This bottle of perfume is completely formulated according to your requirements. I added some orange blossom, sweet lemon, clove, and musk to it..."

"If you like it, I will send you the molecular formula of the perfume formula, so that with a trained apprentice, you can create a perfume that you are satisfied with."

The perfumer's plump buttocks sat on the edge of the sofa, carefully observing the expression on the face of the old lady opposite.

This is not an ordinary old woman, behind her is a huge family with far-reaching influence. Although the molecular formula of perfume is the chicken that lays the golden egg.

Compared to the upcoming trade chain, this loss is nothing at all.

"Nice design, very delicate bottle."

Madam Gallard affirmed, and while speaking, she took out the perfume bottle from the box.

He opened the cork and instigated it gently. The strong fragrance quickly spread out. Mrs. Gallard took a deep breath and gradually revealed a smile on her face.

"Success!"

"I knew that no woman could refuse this strong..."

Antoine clenched his fists and was thinking excitedly, but suddenly Madame Galard's smile was inexplicably frozen on her face.

The next second, eyebrows and nose wrinkle, and then an irrepressible urge...

"Ah!"

The impulse came so suddenly that Madame Galar didn't even have a chance to raise her handkerchief to cover it up.

And then let the droplets in the mouth spread out at a terrifying speed, completely covering Antoine's fat face.

The smell of saliva spread evenly on Antoine's face, followed by that unique smell.

The expression was distorted, but the next second Antoine saw the embarrassed, angry and embarrassed Madame Galar.

"Mrs..."

"Get out, get out for me immediately!"

Madam Gallard roared out these words in an almost roaring tone regardless of her image.

Antoine felt a chill in his heart. He knew that he had completely lost the opportunity to open up trade channels. Not only that, he also angered this woman with a strong background.

Antoine almost fled, and not long after he walked out, a housekeeper brought the perfume box he brought over.

"Madam said you don't want to come again."

"And today's..."

"I understand, I understand." Antoine nodded frantically, and when he was about to go out, he noticed another figure sitting in the waiting room.

"That female lawyer?"

"What is she doing here?"

An inexplicable face popped out of his mind and left the manor, but Antoine did not leave immediately, but waited patiently in the carriage.

He had a hunch that something was going to happen next.

Under the leadership of the housekeeper, Rebecca did not enter the living room, but came to a room next to her. As soon as she entered the door, the female lawyer noticed the strange atmosphere in the room.

"What happened... By the way, wasn't the perfumer who went out just now?"

With an uneasy mood, Rebecca said hello and sat opposite Mrs. Gallard, and soon the housekeeper brought black tea and snacks.

And Rebecca also revealed the rhetoric she had prepared for many days, but while she was talking, she found that Mrs. Galar, who was sitting opposite, kept leaning forward.

Slowly, most of her body leaned over to her side, which made Mrs. Galar's body form an odd curve.

And the expression on her face was even more strange, and her attention seemed to be completely off Rebecca's body, her eyes were out of focus, and she was thinking about something.

Rebecca stopped, and after a few breaths, Mrs. Galar, who was on the opposite side, continued to do so.

"Madame, Mrs Gallard!"

Seeing the enjoyment expression of the woman opposite, Rebecca shrank back slightly in horror, but her movements also caused a reaction from Mrs. Gallard.

One indent and one in.

The distance between the two has not changed.

"Madam!"

Rebecca's voice trembled, and many bad images flashed in her mind.

At this time, because of her stiff body and strange posture, Mrs. Galar, who was sitting opposite, finally came to her senses.

She was stunned for a moment, then looked at Rebecca carefully, and slowly spit out a sentence.

"You smell good."

Resisting the urge to run away and splash the tea on the face of the woman opposite, Rebecca squeezed out a stiff smile.

At this time, Mrs. Lal's sanity also returned to her body, and she got up and walked straight to Rebecca's side.

Let the vague aura envelop yourself.

Then he relaxed and slowly closed his eyes.

"Tell me about yourself, your childhood, your youth, and your dreams. I am more interested in these than the boring legal provisions."

"Okay, okay."

Rebecca let her left hand loose from the clenched sugar jar. Given Mrs. Gallard's old age, she would probably die if she went into this jar.

"I was born in a quiet and peaceful town, where there are no factories and people live peacefully..."

Memories spread out like oil paintings. In the morning sun, in the lingering scent of perfume, two women, one old and one young, quietly recalled the past.

At first, it was only Rebecca who spoke by herself, but Mrs. Galar gradually relaxed, and even opened up her heart and chatted about her past.

The atmosphere was very harmonious. Even the housekeeper changed the tea several times, but neither of them paid attention until the bell rang and noon came ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Mrs. Garal, who had drank too much tea, gently stroked her lower abdomen. up.

"Am I honored to invite future rising stars in the legal world to have lunch here?" Mrs. Gallard half-jokingly.

"It's my pleasure, ma'am."

Rebecca didn't expect things to go so smoothly, because according to outside rumors, Mrs. Gallard was fair, but she was not easy to get along with.

"I take the liberty to ask, Miss Snow, the perfume on your body..."

"This is a gift from a friend."

"Oh, that must be a great master."

"No, no, you've won the prize." Rebecca quickly waved her hand.

"How could it be? Are you questioning my taste?" Madame Gallard joked, "This bottle of perfume must have been specially tailored for you by your friend who found a real perfumer."

"May I know its name?"

"Uh..." Rebecca was stunned for a while, apparently not recovering from Madam Galar's praise.

"Name...yes..." racking her brains, Rebecca suddenly remembered a small label on the bottle.

"Enlightenment... No. 1?"

The female lawyer's face is full of weirdness. Could this be the name of a perfume?

"Enlightenment, weird name, maybe it means the enlightenment of love." Mrs. Gallard winked and gave Rebecca an ambiguous look.

"I like this style, dear Rebecca, would you take the liberty of making a request to let your friend introduce me to this master perfumer?"

"I hope he can also design a perfume for me, please rest assured that the payment I pay is absolutely worthy of the value of a master."

Rebecca: Ah this...?

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